Myna
Myna was born to a mother who didn't want her and a father who never cared to learn that she existed. To add to to this ter life as a child was not a pleasant one, the world she grew up in being worse than most slums of other places.
The City of Voxmire is without a doubt the worsts shit-hole in Arethil.
Once a valuable mining colony, Voxmire has become nothing but a toxic quagmire of misery and crime.
Upon a time, the ground that this city lays upon was filled with an ore more valuable than gold and coveted beyond the rarest minerals. Syrax to some, Ether to others. The veins of this ore long ago dried up, though it's extraction was still possible by the remnants contaminating local water supplies of rivers, underground lakes, and even stagnant pools that simply drifted forth from the earth itself.
This process of extraction was not only incredibly dangerous, but outright toxic. The powers that be decided it would not be them to dig forth this valuable resource, but instead it would be left to the dregs.
This was how Voxmire came to be. A pit of despair, created for a resource that others were simply too afraid to dig forth.
Though still useful to the powers of the world, the city has long since been utterly abandoned to any sort of true government. Ruled by a collection of criminal gangs and a pseudo police force that cares nothing for it's citizenry. Voxmire is a slum of slums, delapitated buildings, toxic waste, and great looming clouds of smoke coming from the refineries.
It was in this place that Myna grew up in.
Her life was a collection of miserable tale after miserable tale. Little joy was to be found within her memories until she met the first person to show her kindness; Taug.
A Half-Orc stuck within the same hell as hers, Myna practically latched onto him after their first interaction. The two of them were fast friends, running together through the streets and finding the first sparks of joy the young girl had ever truly had in her life. Overtime the two of them fell into the necessity that beheld all Voxxers; crime.
Only ever out of necessity, Taug and Myna began to steal. They took food, medical supplies, and once or twice a treat or two.
As time went on they formed a small group, other kids joining them until caution grew into brashness. Necessity was swept aside for a small mark of greed, and the kids took on a job that was too great even for them. Spearheaded by Myna and Taug the gang spearheaded the theft of a set of crates from a gang simply known as Rise.
A decision they would eternally regret.